ONE SEVEN (pause for dramatic effect...)

ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Would you still believe me if I said my number doesn't matter? I've been waiting for my monthly water weight to drop off and after peeing like a race horse through the night (which by the way is not as easy as it sounds now with my new super china and all, I really have to focus when I have to pee badly)... I will be honest and admit that I couldn't wait to jump on the scale this morning to finally see 172. Well, that wasn't going to happen because the number 171.4 came up instead. Fine by me...

So here's what I think my deal is with my "number". I'm like most girls, and want a lower one. But if I have to work excessively for it... then I'm happy right where I am and maintenance eating has been no stress at all. The changes in my eating that I've made since my band are now usually effortless (excluding extreme stress or extreme pms or heaven forbid the two at the same time)... however eating a couple of bites of everything is now the norm. It's just how I eat.

How have I lost these two pounds? Wine, klondike bars, bbq ribs, t-bone steak, party food. For me, working my band and abandoning the "diet" mentality, means no more calorie restriction and no more off limits or bad foods. It means that I find delicious healthy food because I want to, not because I feel guilty to. It means that exercise is also not anything to feel guilty about... I don't have a regimine, but I incorporate activity into my daily life.

Diets and guilt have failed me. I'm happy for 171 and I'm even happier that my band has given me a weight loss tool for life. And, the further out I get, the more I'm convinced that this is truly for life. Thin is good, but healthy is priceless. Love it.